Heat (Yumark)

Chapter Eleven

"There is evidence, that he might actually be alive."

The room was completely silent.

Until Jaehyun burst into tears. "I'm so relieved," he cried. "I thought he was dead for so long and I-" he couldn't continue talking, the tears and feeling of relief stealing his voice.

Yuta looked down at Mark. He was looking back, small tears in his eyes.

He crouched down to the younger's level, and took his face in his hands. "What's wrong baby?"

"N-nothing," Mark shook his head, but held the older's hands.

"Baby don't lie to me. I know something's wrong."

"It's stupid."

"No thought is stupid. Especially when it's bringing you to tears."

"I just," he swallowed hard, pushing down a lump that formed in his throat. "I was always worried before about you dying, but now..." he let out a small sob. "I'm so much more worried! Seeing Jaehyun's reaction about Taeyong being alive made me think about it. He's so relieved that his lover might be alive, and I thought about us. How scary it would be if you died. I tried to convince myself that you'll be fine, we are the dream team right? But then I thought about that day at the pier."

Yuta pulled the younger into his chest as he let out more sobs. He was about to speak, but Mark continued.

"You were shot right in front of me Yuta. You could have died right there. Right in front of me. It scares me Yuta, it really does."

Yuta rocked Mark back and forth, trying to calm him down. He looked around the room and tried to figure out what to do.

Yang Yang, Kun, and Chenle were trying to calm Sicheng, Ten, and Jisung down. Xiaojun and Hendery were silent. Jeno was on his phone, probably texting Jaemin. Everyone else besides Taeil and Doyoung (Doyoung and Taeil were still at the hospital) were trying to help calm Jaehyun down.

Yuta pondered for a moment before picking up Mark and taking him out of the room. He carried the younger over to one of the overnight rooms, carefully opening the door-being mindful of his lover in his arms-and closing it before setting Mark on the bed.

Mark hadn't noticed the change in space, as he was still clung to the older's shirt.

"Baby, you have to calm down okay?" Yuta crooned. "You're going to pass out if you don't start breathing normally."

Mark nodded his head, but couldn't stop more sobs from escaping him.

"Baby..." he thought of an idea. He picked Mark up once again and sat on the bed, putting him in his lap. He moved the boy's head to his chest, right where is heart was.

Yuta started rocking again, softly singing a lullaby his mom sang to him when we was a child.

Eventually he heard Mark's breathing even out, and when he looked down he saw the boy was asleep. He sighed in relief.

He hated seeing Mark cry.

Yuta continued to sit on the bed, afraid of waking the boy up if he moved.

"Yuta?" a voice called from the other side of the door.

He recognized it as Jaehyun's deep, tenor voice. "You can come in, just be quiet."

Jaehyun walked in the room and sat on the bed next to the two others.

"Is it true?"

"From the info I got yeah."